To Trier!

We left Amsterdam on the Thursday after what seemed like an absolute eternity in the rental car office. It only took a little while for us to get our car, but the couple in front of us had a lot of issues. We finally got on the road for what google maps and the gps said would be a three hour trip max. Seven hours later we arrived. Evidently technology cannot keep up with the concept of the recurring traffic jams! They were only in Holland for some strange reason. Once we got off the motorway the drive was breathtakingly beautiful. Photos don't do justice, but here's one example:



Considering how long he was confined for, Eamonn was pretty amiable most of the way. He did start to get a bit upset about 90km from Trier, so we pulled off trying to find water. I had gotten two bottles at the start of our supposed-to-be-relatively-short-journey, but they weren't enough. After a couple of Liga biscuit bribes the little man was getting pretty thirsty! Once we left Holland, though, the roadside stops with the big service/grocery stations were no longer in existence. At this point Eamonn had shouted himself hoarse and we were desperate. We finally found a hotel with a restaurant somewhere in rural Germany. Between my very little (ok, none) German and the waitress having very little English, we managed to get a couple of bottles of water. But, evidently, when you ask for bottled water in Germany, you get mineral water which is very fizzy. I tried shaking it up to get it to go flat, but it was still pretty fizzy. Eamonn wasn't caring - he wanted a drink and he wanted it now. He took a big sip and let out the most enormous burp, which probably wasn't a bad thing because we'd been going up and down in and out of valleys and his ears were maybe a bit stopped up. He had a big smile after the belch as well. I think he was pretty proud of himself.
The various stages of Eamonn just before Trier-
Sleeping peacefully:

A bit annoyed:

Getting pissed:

Truly pissed off: